Jack was slipping down again, a new trail, kiss by kiss, down his chest, his tongue drawing gentle patterns against his skin. All the while though, he was aware, utterly aware of the Doctor and his hand as it touched and scraped against skin. Close, and really near enough, but then when coupled with those images it was enough to make him fall off kilter and let out another moan.

His wrist seemed to almost vibrate with the feeling and if he let himself, he could believe he was even feeling the Doctor's tongue against his skin.

With a twist of a grin he looked up. "That's cheating," he said, "I wasn't in your head when I did that."

But it should be obvious enough he was far from complaining, and if it weren't he soon punctuated the fact by lifting himself back up and claiming the Doctor's mouth in a hungry kiss. Maybe even more force behind it than he'd ever braved before.

His Doctor, his with some certainty now, and that made him feel awake. Feel alive, like in those first few moments after waking from death. It was like an explosion of colour and light and touch, and that was all because of him.

He continued to kiss him then, and as he did he trailed his hand between them, playfully walking two fingers down the Doctor's chest until he could wrap his hand around him.

Oh hello, he thought, and grinned wickedly into the kiss.